Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.